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Peace In the Light

Peace In The Light

I live in a drywall box
Sitting alone staring at my clocks
With landscape art hanging all around me
Its no wonder inspiration has finally found me

One day my mind forced my hand to start writing
About my parents in Heaven still fighting
Knowing their bodies lie beneath the ground
But believing that is not where there to be found

One night I dreamt of a beautiful house
It was on a sunny hill where I saw cats playing cards with a mouse
There was a young woman sitting on a porch rail
She turned to me and asked why I looked so pale

She told me she did not die
She told me I no longer have to cry
Then all of a sudden I awoke
Asking myself... “Was Mom's death some kind of horrible joke”

The Wake…The Funeral…
The Burial Mass…The Grave
Mom's dream message proved to me 
She had risen from her Coffin in the Cave

Sometimes I wonder if Mom and Dad are really dead
Or are they living in my head
Can our parents be more alive than we think
Could they be some kind of Supernatural Link

Some say this life is a trial
With certain emotions recorded in our Spiritual File
We all experience wonder, joy, sorrow and pain
Some days… it’s a challenge just to stay sane

I pray our parents watch over us from afar
I swear sometimes… Their sitting in my car
Maybe when we experience life’s emotions
Our Parents are there recording the commotion

I bet Mom sews all day
She probably still has no time to play
I bet Dad writes all day
Will my sons ever find their way

Someday I will tell everyone
That Heaven maybe closer than the Sun
And even though our parents may not be here
When we take our last breath there is nothing to fear

Because what seems like a very dark day
Is really a small price to pay 
So the next time you hear a familiar voice in your head
It could be your parents telling you they are not really dead

And I thank… GOD… I no longer have to write
Because my parents have finally found Peace in the Light
And some day when it’s my turn to go home
I will show my parents this poem   



Joseph Adam Elward

Save Me a Spot

i remember the time on a cold winters day 
when i was called home from school 
dad told me mom that youd passed away  
and his heart was crying for you 
 
we all cried a lot on that day mom 
me and dad and sister sal 
some say it seems like yesterday 
to me it seems like a thousand days of hell 
 
dad took to drinking a lot after you left 
and he couldnt even hold up his head 
it even got worse just a while ago
 when he learned that sister was dead
 
 it was a little too much for his poor heart 
and he couldnt carry on that way
 you better save him a spot in heaven with you
 because dad just up and died today 
 
now im coming too i cant carry on
 momma save a sweet spot for me

Final Goodbye

this is my final goodbye
but i aint gonna cry
its my final goodbye
but i aint gonna cry

99 problems i should be renamed hova
i use tot think about u but u never came closer
you or mom couldnt remain soba
i write this cuz i need the pain over

i was always the first to blame myself
for all the hurt and pain i felt
few times wanted to kurt kobain myself
but all these words came to help

i guess im a bad guy
25th feb 07 my dad died
i find it hard to shed tears
i put pen to paper and make my pad cry

i often wonder if you were there for me
would things of been diffrent
would we of laughed and shared storys
or would i be a kid whos father aint missin

we cant always have what we want and need
all i wanted was my dad
is that so bad
am i allowed to admit im sad

does that give u to much ammo
because i rap people expect me to be rambo
i was on da edge of a cliff 
and you let my hand go

i remeber you and mom fightin
hopin it would stop
i was in the corner cryin
thinkin how much does a hug cost

age 3 i got took into care
got to see u 6 times a year
on contact u would turn up blind from beer
look in my eyes u wont find a tear

i dont wanna sound like im dissin you
ur my dad i cant rin from missin you
but u and mom brought so much hurt to me
and your death was the rebirth of me

2 months after you passed 
my best friend commited suicide
a yaer later my gf miscqarried my child
sumhow i still manage to carry a smile
© Alex Duffy  Create an image from this poem.


I Still Cry

On August 12, 1998 my Mom died
All I know is that I cried

When I rushed from my new home in Edmond
All I did on the way there was cry

I got to the house and rushed to her room
And I saw that everyone was crying

I looked at her and saw the pale yellow in her skin
And all I could do was cry

I looked into her yellowish eyes, full of pain
And all I could do was cry

Then a single tear fell from her right eye

She took her last breath at 8:15 am
And all we could do was cry

The very next day I had to go to school
I was new, and sat alone at lunch and cried

Cancer took my Mom away
And still today I cry
© Amanda Cox  Create an image from this poem.

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